“That’s my girl,” I praise her.
Clearing her throat, she says, “Hey, Jordan.” Her eyes lock on mine as I pull her dress up and slide my hand inside her panties.
“Shit.” She hisses. “Sorry, I forgot about dinner…” Her voice is fast and clipped as her one hand grabs my forearm. Her nails dig into my arm as my fingers rub her wet, swollen clit.
“I can’t. I’m in the library…studying.” Her voice sounds breathy, and I smile because she’s so perfect, like she was made for me and me alone, as I insert my middle finger deep inside her.
“Oh God.” She closes her eyes. “No, don’t come to the library… I’m leaving. I’m not feeling well.” Her eyes flutter as I start to finger fuck her deep.
“Jordan, I need to…that is, I’m going…” She swallows her pants as I find her G-spot. Then I grin because she’s not gonna last. She’s already ready to orgasm.
“You come when I say so,” I remind her, kissing her forehead.
“Easy, baby.” I stop rubbing her spot because she’s going to come; she’s already tightening.
“I can’t…Jordan. Wait, Dean Powers did what?” She moans as she brings the phone down as I start on her clit again.
“Tell your boyfriend you’re gonna come, beautiful.” And that’s all she can take as her body tightens, her forehead rubs back and forth on my lips as she frantically brings the phone up to talk to him.
“Yes, Dean Powers is not a good guy…” she hisses while her pussy starts to pulse and contract. I can feel her sweet breath on my neck as she spirals over.
“Alex? Are you there, Alex?” Jordan’s voice comes in loud over the phone.
Slowly, I remove my fingers to take it from her stiff hands and press End. Her head rolls back as she blinks at me. The phone rings again, but I’m done with him, turning it on sleep mode and tossing it on my kitchen island.
“Kneel.” I back up, allowing her to obediently slide to her knees as I unbutton my own jeans and jerk my angry cock out. My mind goes to all the ways I’m going to corrupt her. But first things first. I reach for the back of her head, holding her hair tight.
“Who owns your cunt?” I demand.
She blinks up at me and licks her lips like a cat needing her milk. I hope she’s ready because she’s gonna get a lot of it.
“You do,” she states.
“That’s right.” I bring her head forward, shoving just the tip in her mouth. Her lips wrap around it, and she sucks.
“Jesus… fuck, just like that,” I growl, then shove my thick member in as far as she can take it.
She instantly gags, and I’m barely halfway in.
“Breathe through your nose and relax your throat,” I command her, moving her head back and forth.
She gags but does what I say, her saliva dripping down her chin and onto my hard balls.
“Fuck. I’m gonna come.” I jerk her lips off me and hold her head while I jack myself off. My hand slides up and down easily, hard and fast, as she watches.
“Open your mouth,” I grunt, feeling the ecstasy all the way to my toes as I let go, shooting my seed into her mouth and on her face, marking her as mine.
“Jesus Christ.” My hand tightens on my cock as I look down at her. My cum drips off her lips, neck, and cheeks, and for some fucked-up reason, my heart tightens.
Dangerous, this one is dangerous… I’ve never wanted anything like I want her.
“Let’s take a shower,” I say, locking that thought out of my head.
She’s forbidden.
It’s an adrenaline rush—that’s all this is.
ALEXANDREA
I smell coffee… and tapping. Is it raining? I’m so comfortable, so warm, and…
“You ever gonna wake up?” Brett’s voice makes my eyes bolt open. I thought I was dreaming.
“What time is it?” My voice trails off as my heart skips a beat. Somehow, Brett Powers is still in bed with me, shirtless and propped up with pillows behind his back, typing on his laptop in gray sweatpants and black-rimmed glasses.
Glasses.
Just kill me now because he’s so beautiful it almost hurts to breathe.
“Early.” He smiles and brings the mug of coffee to his lips, his dimple showing off before he takes a sip.
And I just stare like a creeper, not even sure I’m blinking since my eyes are watering.
I’m in over my head. Like I’m playing with fire, and I can only hope I get slightly burned and not completely singed when he deems this encounter is over.
Clearing my throat, I force my eyes to break away, to stop what I can only imagine looks like obvious adoration, and sit up, bringing the sheet with me. I look out the window at the waves gently rolling in.
“Your coffee is on your side.”
My eyes dart back to him, and I wonder how he got so lucky. He’s perfect. I can’t think of one thing I don’t like about him.
“What?”
He grins again and motions with his head. “Coffee.”
“Oh.” And here goes my face heating up as I straighten more. “Thank you.” God, Alex, can you at least try to act like you have a brain?
“You ready to learn to surf?”
“Sure.” I reach for my matching mug of coffee on the nightstand. Glancing out his window, I find the sun isn’t fully out yet.
“Wait. Now?” I try not to spill the coffee as I look at him.
“Alex, if I stay in bed any longer, I’m gonna fuck you, and after last night, your cunt needs a break.”
My cheeks grow warmer. He’s so dirty, just full-on filthy, that I instantly feel achy and wet. But he’s right. I’m so sore, like not just my poor vagina, which has its own pulse, but my legs and arms. Having sex with Dean Powers is a serious workout.
Nodding, I take a sip of coffee and try to cover up my emotions because I feel so raw, like none of this feels casual.
“Alex?” He reaches for the mug, which I’m gripping like it has a magical potion inside. “What’s going on?”
Worried I’ll spill coffee all over his white sheets, I let him have the mug.
“It’s nothing…” I look away because… those glasses… great, now I feel shy.
“Look at me.”
I hear him set down the mug, then he pulls me against his warm body, and I bury my face in his neck.
“I can’t,” I mumble, inhaling his scent, needing to memorize it. Lock it inside my brain so I can carry it with me forever. This is ridiculous. I’m literally hiding my head in his neck.
“What is it?” He laughs, and I take another deep breath. He smells so clean and fresh, like an ocean breeze next to a spice market.
“I… didn’t know you wore glasses,” I babble. Really, Alex? Glasses? That’s what you say?
“I need them when I work. Otherwise, I get eye fatigue.” He kisses my forehead.
Shifting, I stare at the erection straining against his sweats as he stands.
“Alex, focus.” His voice makes me force myself to leave his cock and look him in the eyes. “Bathing suit.” He tosses it next to me as my mind instantly goes to that day. I want to cover my face with the sheet because what was I thinking? I don’t steal or cheat, but I did. And what’s worse, I loved it, and somehow, Brett knew that.